July 6th – We are heading into Desolation.
Lots of animal sounds last night, but all gear is OK this morning and we were lucky it was not a spring tide, with our spot just above the high tide line on the beach.
We left our beautiful white sand beach and paddled 7 miles over to Savory island to snack and rest on some granite rocks on the South East end of the island. We are both tired, but it is beautiful – warm, 70 degrees and calm, a great day for paddling!
After Savory we kept on North, passed the Cracroft islands and rounded the corner of the Malaspina peninsula – Point Susan on sore butts – Wow, What a site!. The spectacular Northern peaks, blue water and islands – It’s Desolation Baby!
We checked out small Desolation island for a rock ledge campsite, but decided against it because it was in the shade. So we paddled over to Martin island to camp. Holding the kayaks off of the rocks, as we took turns unloading, while teetering on a slippery rock ledge.
The tide has been rising ever since we landed and we have been swimming naked in the warm sea, and drying off everything on the hot rock ledge. If this is what it feel like to be a seal, then I want to be a seal in my next life! I set out a bobber and a huchi and watched the sun set. Blissfully tired, relaxed from swimming and warming up on the rocks and well fed on canned salmon, cheese, salami and miso soup.
Total miles: 236, Martin Island
Conditions: 80F! Barometer holding at 1017
Backtracking: Finished Texada yesterday afternoon. That’s one long island. Actually quite a lovely island (except for the limestone factory, which was horrendous). Eagles, seals, other birds, and the occasional rocky beach. Other than two tugs with barges in the morning, plus one fishing boat, we didn’t see anyone else. When we reached the end at Blubber Point and Blubber Bay it was another matter however: ferries, pleasure craft, the town of Powell River. Tracy got a call on her cell in the middle of the bay with permission to camp on Harwood. This island is privately held by one of the Native tribes, who graciously allowed us to camp for the night. We crossed over and decided we wanted the sunny west side. We found a boat moored in a likely cove, so kept paddling. While beautiful, camping prospects looked grim. We did find a delightful stream though, and gratefully washed off a couple days’ worth of salt crust. With camping options fading with the day, we decided to head back to the occupied cove. Day users only, so we got a fantastic sugar sand beach all to ourselves. There was even a sliver left at high tide. Eagles have been sighted everywhere, and here there was one perched on the rock outcropping at the edge of the cove.
Today dawned clear and glorious. We took our time for a leisurely start at high tide. Savoy Island was the first destination of the day. Clear and warm with a slight (max 5kt) tail wind. Other than the second day of this trip when we had headwinds, it has been unbelievably calm for the most part. Yesterday was the only other time we had a slight northerly; otherwise any wind so far has been from the SE. Savoy had nice sandy beaches and a lot of homes on the bluff over the beach. Two hours/eight miles and then a break is just about perfect. Our next break was to be on the Copelands, but the lowering tide did not leave many landing options, and gave a slight paddling assist for us. Why stop when we can paddle? At this point we crossed 50 degrees north. On to Susan Point at the end of the Malaspina peninsula. We turned the corner, and to the east were glorious mountains! Whistler? We checked out Station Islands, but a sketchy site didn’t promise afternoon sun. We have become dedicated sun worshipers. We crossed over to Martin Island and got the sun in spades! An awkward landing at low tide was rewarded with slabs of sun warmed rock and a fantastic campsite all to ourselves. We are both very tired, so we plan to take it easy tomorrow.